are you searching for purpose? then write something, yeah it might be worthless.

i liked it better when my car had sound.

taken for granted, trust is damaged and now we panic, livin' empty handed, livin' lives like we can manage.

i'll stay awake 'cause the dark's not taking prisoners tonight.

simply suggest my chest and this confused music it's obviously best for them to turn their guns to a fist.

i have these thoughts so often i ought to replace that slot with what i once bought 'cause somebody stole my car radio and now i just sit in silence.

i swear i heard demons yelling, those crazy words they were spelling. they told me i was gone, they told me i was gone.

i don't wanna be heard, i wanna be listened to.

i don't know why i feed on emotion, there's a stomach inside my brain.

i could pull the steering wheel.

i'm trying, i'm trying to sleep, but i can't, but i can't when you all have guns for hands, yeah.

we all know somebody who knows somebody who's doing great.

you see rain.

i'm pleading, "please, oh please!" on my knees repeatedly asking why it's got to be like this? is this living free?

you are the pearl, i am the swine, so break my life and take this rhyme.

i hear a second voice behind your tongue somehow.

but i'll kindly enter into rooms of depression while ceiling fans and idle hands will take my life again.

i take my face off at the door 'cause i don't know who they will take me for.

luckily, i can read your mind, flies and cobwebs unwind.

but do i want to say goodbye to all the glowing eyes?

i don't know why i feed on emotion, there's a stomach inside my brain.

make them stop.

are you searching for purpose? then write something, yeah it might be worthless.

taking time in a simple place in my bed where my head rests on a pillowcase and it's said that a wars led but i forget that i let another day go by.

you will never know what's under my skin, so won't you say goodnight so i can say goodbye?

i'm trying, i'm trying to sleep.

no one else is dealing with your demons, meaning maybe defeating them can be the beginning of your meaning, friend.

hey, hey. wouldn't it be great, great if we could just lay down and wake up in slowtown?

you will never know what's under my skin.

you are sorrounding all my sorroundings, twisting the kaleidoscope behind both of my eyes.

they will play a game and say they know what you're going through and i'll try to come up with an artistic way to say they don't know you. and neither do i.

not anymore, flesh out the door SWAT!

then you'll walk up to me and when you get close i'll look you in the face and say, "where's your home? where're you going and why're you here?" have you asked these questions? have you been sincere? wanna know what i believe? it's right here.

we've turned our hands to guns, traded our thumbs for ammunition, i must forewarn you of my disorder, of my condition.

haven't you taken enough from me? won't you torture someone else's sleep?

i'm my catastrophe at my kitchen sink. you don't know what that means. because a kitchen sink to you is not a kitchen sink to me, okay friend?

i know some people who know people who are flying straight.

i know, i know-ow-ow what that means, i know-ow-ow-ow-ow.

the start of a day when we put on our face, a mask that portrays that we don't need grace.

it's so hard to motivate me to devote a single inch of me to something i can't see.

put cards in our spokes and make our engines sound like traffic, when using pokemon cards please do not use the holographics.

i fought it alot and it seems like flesh is all i got.

i don't wanna be the one, be the one who has the sun's blood on my hands, i'll tell the moon.

hands held higher, we'll be on fire. hands held higher, we'll be on fire.

i'll stay awake 'cause the dark's not taking prisoners tonight.

i will deny you for years and i'll make you raise me from the dead.

i'm pleading, "please, oh please!" on my knees repeatedly asking why it's got to be like this? is this living free?

sometimes, quiet is violent.

luckily, i can read your mind, flies and cobwebs unwind.

where'd you go, huh? they all think i know ya.